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Carmillus Agincourt

"Carpe noctum! Seize the night while it is still young."

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a character in “The Adventure of A Lifetime”, as played by Lord Valerian

Description

Name: Carmillus Agincourt
Nickname: Over the years he had acquired the derogatory nickname vampire and has recently also gained the insulting nickname necromancer. He prefers to simply go by his first name Carmillus.
Age: 27
Race: Dhampir (half vampire)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches
Weight: 157
Skills:
Dhampir powers- see without light, speak to wolves and bats, inhuman strength, inhuman senses, inhuman reflexes, gradual regeneration
Magic powers- Well trained wizard capable of a wide variety of spells, necromancer
Miscellaneous skills- Exceptional speaker, can read several languages, plays the violin
Weaknesses: Because his eyes and skin are built for the dark Carmillus can barely see in the day without his sunglasses and has to be careful to avoid sunburns on his abnormally pale skin.
Occupation: newly hired crew member, noble (formerly), wizard (necromancer)
Likes: Darkness, luxury, books, magic, adventure, fine wine
Dislikes: Bright lights (really light in general), being banished, fire, doing menial labor, low quality alcohol
Personality: Carmillus tends to be charismatic and extroverted; however, he is cautious about becoming emotionally attached to anyone. He is used to being shunned and even feared by others because of his vampiric ancestry. He has grown used to others disdain and as a result become extremely tolerant and accepting of other people. He enjoys nothing more than a good adventure with a friend, but doesn't mind spending time alone with his books and violin either.
Character Summary:
Carmillus was born the bastard son of Countess Agincourt and a vampire. She had a another son with her husband afterwords but she was always closer to her firstborn. Carmillus grew up with a life of luxury despite his less than savory origin. He enrolled at the kingdoms chief school of magic and graduated with honors. His whole life seemed grand until it fell apart a few days before the voyage when as his mother lie on her death bed his half brother revealed to the authorities that Carmillus had been experimenting with dark magic so that he couldn't inherit his mother's lands and title. The dhampir was denounced as a necromancer, banished from the country, and stripped of all lands, honors, and titles. He knew he had to leave the country and when he heard about the princess's voyage he saw a glimmer of hope for a new life. He quickly enlisted among the crew. He had never sailed before but he had a vast basis of knowledge about the world and the ocean which he hoped would be useful for his new occupation. So he packed the few belongings he had left, mostly books, clothes, magical supplies, and his violin, and headed out to sea.
Why do you want to join our adventure?:
1. Legally required to leave the country
2. Wants to redeem himself in the eyes of the world
3. Hopes he can convince the Princess to reverse his banishment
4. Hopes to write a book off of the ship's various adventures

So begins...

Carmillus Agincourt's Story

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Carmillus walked slowly across the dock with his luggage and two of his mother's servants who had agreed to help him with his baggage. The dhampir knew he would miss Briella, the country where he had lived his entire life, but something inside of him burned with excitement at the thought of seeing the world he had only ever read about in his books. When he approached the Fallen Angel he was rendered speechless by its magnificence. He had never actually been on a ship before but he could tell that it was an extremely nice one. He was further surprised to see the Princess standing alone on the deck of the ship. He quickly handed his share of the luggage to the now overburdened servants and told them to drop it off at his room after giving them brief directions.

Carmillus then walked over to Eevie and gave her a very formal well practiced bow. "Your highness I am glad to be a part of your company on this voyage. We've ran into each other a few times at formal occasions but never really got to talk before. My name is Carmillus Agincourt son of Countess Agincourt and the resident wizard of the Fallen Angel." He then relaxed a little more as he continued to speak. "I didn't think I'd run into anyone this early in the morning. Especially not you. I wanted to get my things on board before the rest of the ship when it will be crowded. Its also a little nicer to get that kind of thing done in the twilight. Better atmosphere and better for my sensitive eyes. May I ask what brings you here this early?"

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Elcid


"You'll take o' her, won't ya Jack?" Elcid asked his old friend and Dockmaster Jack Puller. He was leaving the High Wind in his capable hands while he and his crew set off for adventure. Elcid wasn't sure when, or if, he would be back. So he made sure his pride and joy was taken care of.

"Stop your nagging Cid, she'll be fine. I'll treat her nice and proper, like a real lady. Now you and that barrell of pullseys you call a crew get out of here. Some of us have work to do." JAck reassured Elcid, poking a barb at him. "Fine, Jack. We'll go. See ya around and don't get dead." Elcid turned from his friend to his ship one last time. He breathed her in and then set off towards his crew. "Alright boys! Let's get 'ar arsses to The Fallen Angel 'for the tide swallows us up!" The men cheered in unison and the group of 25 or so men carrying several kinds of chests and napsacks began to walk down the docks towards the massive ship, Elcid in the lead.

As they walked, Elcid felt a pick up in his mood and felt that he needed to mark the occasion with something. All of the grog was on the ship, so he would have to mark it with the next best thing. "Right lads! Lets mark the occasion with a classic!"

Elcid:When I was a little lad or so my mammy told me,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Elcid:That if I didn't kiss the girls, me lips would all grow moldy,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Crew:Way! haul away, we'll haul for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way! haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Elcid:King Charlie was the king of Draun before the revolution,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Elcid:And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Crew:Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Elcid:For once I had a Tyrish girl but she got fat and lazy,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Elcid:then I had a Briellan girl, but she could drive me crazy,
Crew:Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Crew:Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Elcid:A hey cant you see the black clouds arising
Crew:Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Elcid:A hey cant you see the storm clouds are gathering
Crew:Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Crew:Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way haul away, we'll haul away together
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!


The lads had finished up the song by the time they began to board the Fallen Angel. She was a sight for sure. While Elcid vastly preferred smaller vessels, he could see the majesty and appreciate the power of one such as this one. He turned and began to call at his crew as they began to fan out on the deck.

"Alright men! Find yer posts! Get bunk'd down and then haul yer arse to posts and scuppers and make double all the riggins'! If there's a family a mice feck'in on board, I wanna know about it!!! Every nook and cranny logged! Mr. Murdoch!"Elcid said, turning to his first mate. Gerard turned to him with a very serious and sober look. "Yes, Captain?"

"I want a log of all the mens findings in my quarters before we set to the waves. Also, make sure all of the special arrangements are taken care of for my bouts of sickness, will ya?" Elcid said, clasping him on the shoulder. "Consider it done, Captain. Alright you lot, you heard the Captain! Get moving!"

As Elcid knew everything would be fine in Gerards hands, he began to look about the ship. He immediately spotted a sight that confused him. It looked to be the Princess. She was here this early? The man she was speaking with looked like a retainer of sorts. Strange.

"Your Majesty! What are ya doin' here this early in the morn? Didn't expect ya till we wayed anchor. Whts that ya got there?" Elcid leaned over looking at her clipboard. "Taking inventory are ya? Looks like we'll make a sailor of you yet!" Elcid said with a laugh. It was then that he turned his attention to her compatriot. He put his hand out to grasp the other mans. "Names Elcid Barrett. Captain of this here little 'venture. Who might you be?"

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Character Portrait: Elcid Barrett Character Portrait: Princess Evankka Character Portrait: Zane Archaeus Character Portrait: Carmillus Agincourt Character Portrait: Kaleb Seklar
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Kaleb Seklar

Kaleb felt his body tensen a little as the Princess and her party made their way through the docks towards the Fallen Angel. He could smell the fresh sea air, a welcome change from the musty perfumed air in the castle, and every now and then he glanced out at the horizon, thinking that in an hour or two, they would be setting sail for lands unknown. It had been a long morning of preparations for this voyage, including organizing the roster of guards who would be present on board the ship, however he had not been allowed to pick through the crew detail or passenger lists at the behest of her Highness, much to his frustration.

She does not take her safety seriously... and she does not wish to hide from danger any more. I deeply admire her for her determination, but I can only pray she will come to terms with what manner of evil haunts this world... before we all pay the price for it... Wait... where in the hells is Zane? That boy will be the death of me.

Progressing through the docks, with others in deep conversation with the Princess or waving to the citizens gathering around the departing ship, Kaleb found himself trying to weed out familiar faces amongst the crowd, looking for anyone who might see an opportunity to strike at Eevie. Distantly he heard voices singing sea shanties, and as they drew closer to the ship, his eyes caught sight of a man who could pass for a noble approaching the Princess.

Catching a full glimpse of his face, he recognized him as the half-vampire who was sentenced to exile from Briella, having seen him in a hearing in front of the Royal Family. Instincts told Kaleb that he should be on guard, but surely this half-vampire would be wiser than to attack the Princess in the middle of a crowd of mercenaries and loyal sailors. He made no actions as he started a conversation, deciding that Eevie would be able to handle it.

No doubt Eevie had arranged for him to be taken on this sailing. A kindness that others never showed him.

They continued on their way towards the Fallen Angel, past the fisher's wives and well wishers who were clamoring for a glimpse of the Princess, until they encountered a dashing gentleman with a composure of importance beyond royalty that only the Captain of a ship could have.

Behold Captain Barrett - one of the greatest nautical adventurers of our time. We could easily have sourced a reliable Captain from our own naval fleets, but it was not our decision to make. I don't trust these merchant traders turned pirate-hunters; they reek of hypocrisy, and claim the pirated goods for themselves - does it make them any better than the pirates?

He allowed the Princess and the Captain to speak a while, before stepping forward to have a quick word with the good Captain away from Eevie.

"I trust you and your crew are all set for this adventure, Captain Barrett? Your ship will be perfectly safe here in the port - after all, there are few finer shipwrights on this continent, if the archives are to be believed."

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When Captain Elcid offered his hand to Carmillus the dhampir took it and shook hands. "The name is Carmillus Agincourt. I am under your employ as the ships wizard. I have read about several of your voyages and must admit I am rather impressed with your escapades." As his hand made contact with the Captian's his dhampir nature could sense that something about him wasn't natural. Carmillus casually dismissed this feeling. He himself was far from natural and if the captain did have something unnatural about him than there was nothing wrong about it.

When Kaleb arrived Carmillus also greeted him with a casual nod. "I assume you are one of the guards here to keep our Priness safe. It's good to know that your kind is here to ensure that our little adventure doesn't get out of hand."

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Character Portrait: Elcid Barrett Character Portrait: Princess Evankka Character Portrait: June Smythe Character Portrait: Zane Archaeus Character Portrait: Carmillus Agincourt Character Portrait: Kaleb Seklar
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"Everything's ready, are we ready?" Ashton asked, talking mostly to himself as the physical copies of Shadow pranced around his room to pack everything up. A couple of "Yep!"'s later and Ashton's ear twitched. Was that snoring? Not just snoring...but...rumbling.

Zane, no doubt.

Rolling his predatory eyes he walked, suitcase in hand, to Zane's quarters to find him sprawled out on his back, dead to the world in a deep sleep. He put his suitcase down and walked over to the bodyguard, nudging him a few times before rolling his eyes again. Using the darkness of the room, Ashton created six copies of himself, one for each corner of the bed, and one for the middle of each side so that he could carry the bed, Zane and all, to the boat. After some more trickery, he managed to get the bed out to the courtyard, knocking loudly on June's door to signify that it was time to leave.

As he walked he smelt alcohol in the air, not from Zane, but nearby nonetheless, and smiled. This reminded him of a song! Clearing his throat, him and his six copies all harmonized, the words flowing beautifully, but cheerfully from all of them, each of them taking a turn with the verses.

What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Put him in a long boat till his sober,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Stick him in a barrel with a hosepipe on him,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Put him in the bed with the captains daughter,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Thats what we do with a drunken sailor,
Thats what we do with a drunken sailor,
Thats what we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Way hay and up she rises,
Early in the morning!


This loud, cheerful singing wouldn't be enough to wake up Zane, but would be enough to announce his presence upon the docks, carrying the bed up the gangplank of the ship and onto the main deck. Where, with a clap of his scaled, slightly claw-like hands, Ashton made his copies vanish, the bed crashing to the deck.

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Character Portrait: Elcid Barrett Character Portrait: Sun Wukong Character Portrait: Johnathan Rooke Character Portrait: Princess Evankka Character Portrait: Amaco Hana Character Portrait: Zane Archaeus
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Amaco


Waiting for this day to come seemed like a lifetime to Amaco. Everyday it was continual nagging from her leaders about going over the plan, and how she needed to channel her "nice girl" side. The other Mongrels would tease her, "Be a nice kitty cat, Mac, and you'll get a big fish from papa." Of course, this only provoked her and they either got a mean jab to the ribs or a rude remark, demoralizing them. They would just laugh and walk off, leaving Amaco to stew in her annoyance. She didn't quite think of herself as hotheaded. She could control her anger if she needed, she just never had the need to before. She seemed to always be surrounded by rough "people", if you could even call them people.

She watched as a few people made their way to the docks. First the princess, and oh she looked delicious, then someone she assumed was royalty. He had servants following him. Amaco couldn't tell, and she didn't particularly care. But you need to... she internally chided herself. Someone like him could be important. And now he was talking to the princess. Even more interesting. She scanned the docks again, looking for more of the future crew. She saw a body guard, or at least what she assumed was a body guard. She couldn't be quite sure, but she made a mental note to either avoid him, or get on his good side. Either way, she knew she would need to act the sweetest around him were he to talk to her. A man with white hair and an eye patch was walking and singing with a group of men following behind him. No doubt he was the captain. She sniffed the air and was displeased with the aroma. She twitched her nose and let out a low snarl. What is that? She sighed and stood from her perch on the roof of the hotel she stayed in the night before. Amaco knew that she needed to be on that ship as soon as possible. Being the navigator, she would need to meet the captain and at least a few of the crew members. It wasn't necessary to meet the princess, but she was hoping to talk to her today.

As she made her way through the street toward the Fallen Angel, she saw Rooke, a renown blacksmith, pushing his cart up onto the ship. The corners of her mouth twitched. She had no idea he was coming on this trip. Oh the boys won't be too happy about this, she thought and a smirk found it's way onto her lips. He made some of the best weapons she'd ever seen. Some of the best anyone had ever seen, for that matter. Of course, with her low profile status in the Mongrels, he wouldn't recognize her. Amaco had never purchased her own weapons. She remembered her handcrafted weapons hidden safely in her bags and the thought struck her that he would recognize his own handiwork. She decided to ditch them the first chance she got. She realized he might remember who he had sold them too, and put together her affiliation with the Mongrels. She'd just have to buy new.

The closer she got, the stronger that strange smell got, and soon enough she realized what it was. Werewolf. The thought seeped like poison as she fought a scowl. It was strong, and there was something different, but she credited it to all the other creatures that must have been boarding, or soon to be boarding the ship. Mac shook her head slightly, and lowered her hood as she boarded the ship. The feeling of leaving the land had little effect on her. She had lived in many places, and so home was honestly where she lay her head at night. Growing accustomed to ship life wouldn't take the girl too long. As she neared the princess she smiled, and pulled her hair over her shoulders, hoping to look softer. She wasn't wearing her normal attire. Today she was sporting tan pants and a loose white top, complete with her black cloak and black boots. She didn't want to seem too menacing on her first day. She was over thinking things a little. A lot of people wore all black, and sometimes even face masks. She saw the captain and the one who smelled like a Vampire.. No. Dhampir. She scrunched her nose at the captain but decided to bury her hatred for wolves, for the princess's sake.

"Hello," she said curtly. She bowed at her waist to the princess, then nodded her head to the dhampir. She wasn't sure exactly who he was, but she wasn't going to risk any disrespect this soon. Just as Amaco was going to address the captain, the one who she had assumed was a body guard pulled him aside to speak. She was relieved she wouldn't have to talk to the filthy creature, but soon realized she was alone with the princess with nothing to say. "My name is Amaco and I am the navigator," Mac said, faking a bashful smile as she pulled a map from her side bag. She unrolled it slightly before it snapped back into place and she replaced it in the bag. Not wanting to take up too much of the princess's time, she excused herself politely and began wandering the deck, slowly making her way to the ship's head. Mac decided to wait for the captain, Elcid was his name, she remembered.

Amaco was temporarily amused when she saw the draconian and the red haired boy. The bed crashed on the deck, and she flinched slightly, wondering if it would have caused any damage to the deck. She put it out of her mind when the red haired boy began yelling at the other boy. She smiled, hoping it would turn into a fight. Much to her disappointment, the red haired boy backed off, and was soon cheerful, wondering where in the world he was. She turned her attention to the monkey-like man and wondered whether there was such a thing as weremonkeys. Although she had never seen one, or heard of one, she assumed everything was possible. He seemed to be very powerful, considering his jump and climb onto the ship. He explained to the red head where they were, and she once again put her focus on the captain, who was still talking to the guard.

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The Princess smiled with delight at the greeting from the mage. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you." The sun was now shining brightly across the sky, Evankka winced at the intense rays, not accustomed to being outside for long periods of time, she honestly wasn't a fan of the sunlight.
That didn't matter though, she would endure it for the sake of this trip.

She averted her attention back to the wizard. "Oh, I simply couldn't wait any longer, I just had to come see the ship with my own eyes." and with that she was approached by a man she recognized immediately. Though she hadn't got out much, she has heard many tales of the captain of The Fallen Angel and admired him greatly.
She glanced down at her clipboard and giggled, tossing it overboard. "That? It's nothing. A silly habit really, this is your ship and I should have faith in both you and your crew." She gave a heartwarming smile before realizing she hadn't properly introduced herself. "Captain Elcid it is truly an honor to meet you and have access to your ship for my adventure. You have my sincere thanks." She gave a small bow.

She couldn't help but to be the slightest bit distracted by all the commotion in the background, several new faces were showing up, and many of them were quite loud. There was already such a variety of members aboard. She had already met a wizard and the famous Captain Elcid, she couldn't wait to see who else she would encounter.
As her mind wondered, she suddenly realized she felt a bit strange without her bodyguards watching her every move, usually she could barely get a moment to herself. She kind of liked the freedom of not being watched and followed, but of course that wouldn't last.
Her freedom was short lived as she saw her more serious bodyguard approach and take the captain to the side.

Just as the captain was being pulled off to the side, she was approached by someone else, this time, a woman. "Hello, I'm thrilled to have you aboard." She gave a bow in return, showing her respect and appreciation to the woman.

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Character Portrait: Sun Wukong Character Portrait: Zane Archaeus Character Portrait: Carmillus Agincourt Character Portrait: Kaleb Seklar Character Portrait: Ashton Hirohito
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Zane turned to the voice that sounded out from behind him, which belonged to a rather interesting creature he had never seen before. He didn't even bat an eyelash upon seeing the half-primate individual that was hiding unsuccessfully behind the broken bed, and rather gave his immediate response as though seeing such a thing were an everyday occurrence to him.

"Identical persons...?" parroted Zane, an expression of honest, calm curiosity on his face. "Wait a minute..." he continued after a pause, turning his head away from the monkey, knitting his eyebrows slightly and bringing a hand to his chin. Everything was coming back to him. "Boat...? Sea?" His eyes widened. "Oh, crap--!" Zane's hands jumped up into his red hair through a display of shock and panic. "SEKLAR'S GONNA BE PISSED!!" His reaction to this sudden realization made it seem as though he were about to be skinned alive, but in reality, all that likely awaited him was a thorough scolding from his senior. That said, to someone like Zane Archaeus whom absolutely despised boredom above all else; this would be a torture in and of itself. Without another word, he took off running, leaving Ashton to answer the curious man-monkey's questions. The only thought on Zane's mind now was hoping beyond hope that he would manage to run into his best friend before his worst...

However, luck didn't appear to be on his side today-- or at least not entirely. Zane skidded to a stop about a minute later upon spotting the black hair of a taller man whose back was currently turned his way. Seeming to have not noticed his junior's presence, Zane decided to take advantage of the opportunity by slinking on by as Kaleb Seklar was conversing with yet another tall man, albeit with longer, much whiter hair. This made Zane stop in his tracks for a second, his face perking up out of equal parts confusion and curiosity as to just who the hell the man was. Whoever didn't really matter, but the boy could easily smell the magic energy coming off of him, and it told him he was strong. He thought he might have picked up a whiff of something else, too, but didn't really pay it any mind. That said, he knew that the man talking with Kaleb wasn't an amateur mage. His mind wondering back to the older bodyguard whilst taking in the present sight, Zane quickly jolted back into 'stealth mode' and continued to try and tip-toe past Kaleb without him noticing. If he was successful, he would proceed to hide from Kaleb and wait the proper amount of time for the situation to effectively blow over. He could then reveal himself and explain that he was aboard the ship the entire time, dodge an annoying lecture about punctuation and proper bodyguard etiquette, and get away Scott-free! It was a total pipe dream, most like, but it was a risk he was willing to take...

Unfortunately, Zane's plans were foiled by an innocent little bucket that happened to somehow find its way along the path of his foot, which spectacularly collided with the metal object, sending it bouncing a couple of times before rolling off somewhere unknown. Zane froze on the spot, a corner of his wry smile twitching as more than a few eyes traveled straight to him upon being disrupted by the sudden noise resounding throughout the immediate area of the ship. He quickly adapted by standing up straight, spinning on his heel and walking back in the other direction while awkwardly whistling Way Hay And Up She Rises as he went, each of his steps appearing quite stiff and rather robotic. He only prayed that his senior hadn't been paying attention. But who was Zane kidding? He himself knew quite well that Kaleb Seklar paid attention to everything...

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Hallie was slowly dragging herself with her head bent forwards. It had been years ever sinse she saw a sunrise or anything close to it, but she didn't bother to look at it. Instead, her attention was taken by the enormous ship. Her hair covered most of her face, yet a smile was visible.
"This is it..." Halinor thought and sped up towards the docks.

Soon her steps started getting slower and slower, as she was noticing barely enough of her surroundings, until she stopped near the princess. Hallie pulled her long black hair backwards, uncovering her dark blue eyes, which could be mistaken for purple due to the redness and capillaries. Her pale skin complimented the existance of her eye bags and shadows. She cleared her throat quickly and quietly.
"Good morning. I'm here for the Angelic Fall journey..." she spoke in a low, hoarse voice and yawned. "I mean... Fallen Angel. Yep, it's the Fallen Angel. That's right. Nice to meet you, my name is..."
Hallie immediately went silent, as her head quickly bent forwards. Slight snoring could be heard.
"Halinor Weiss. Call me Hallie." she snapped out of her quick slumber and went inside the ship.

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Kaleb offered a wry smile to the Dhampir, and glanced towards the Princess. "Her highness can be most persistent, and when she sets her mind to something, it is nigh on impossible to change her mind. We will follow her into the gates of hell, if we must."

Having returned from his brief chat with the Captain about the state of the ship and his crew's readiness to sail, he turned his attention back to the Princess, who had been engaging in conversation with a young woman who was now making her way towards the ship's gangway. Drawing closer he could hear strange voices singing more shanties and soon, a half dozen figures arrived, carrying a four-poster bed.

... of course he isn't awake yet...

There was no need for anyone to explain this extravagant entrance, although he silently commended Zane's ability to sleep through what could easily have been a typhoon. As the figures dropped the 4-poster bed, he feigned ignorance of the red-headed boy's late arrival, and turned his gaze back to the ship. Soon after he heard an almighty clank as Zane tripped over a bucket lying on the dockside. Kaleb breathed a slow sigh and turned towards Zane.

"You know, I did at least pretend not to see you arrive, Zane... Why are you so late?!" He wasn't actually that angry - he knew that Zane would have turned up sooner or later, but this is not the privacy of the castle - any sign of weakness in the Princess' guard that could be exploited should not be tolerated, especially when there are only a few people who can be trusted wholeheartedly - one day, Zane might realise this, but not now, Kaleb thought to himself.

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Ashton merely faded away from view as Zane grabbed him, the real Ashton already walking back down the gangplank towards Eevie again, greeting with a small bow and a happy smile. "Highness; always a pleasure to see you, and it is the highest honor to accompany you on this trip." He said happily.

For the most part he ignored most everyone else, Zane, Sun, and anyone else. His armor gleaming lightly in the early morning sun, and his scales giving him that exotic look that made him seem.... more handsome than the average man, and his eyes making people think twice about being hostile.

He then turned to Kaleb and smiled, giving him a polite bow as usual. "Good morning, Sir. How are you today?" He asked before being distracted by Rose "Ah! Rose! So good to see you; did you enjoy my singing? I smelt you following me all the way here." He said, tapping his nose as he smiled at the female, his pointed teeth coming into view now as he did so.

He then turned around and examined the massive ship, tilting his head. "Erm....how does it float?" He asked, looking at it. "I mean....it's so large...and undeniably really heavy?" he turned around and shrugged, shaking his head with a playful smirk on his face.

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Zane froze with one leg still in the air as he heard the intensity of Kaleb's voice sound from behind. Had he really thought he could get away by acting innocent? Probably not, but Zane was the type who acted first and thought about the consequences later. He slowly turned around to face Kaleb with a rickety motion as though his joints were suddenly old and rusted. The look on his face was tense and unmoving, and yet it twitched in angst. Kaleb expressed his displeasure in Zane's punctuation, just as Zane had predicted he would, and the latter swallowed his pill reluctantly. He knew that Kaleb was likely too busy to focus all of his attention on him so early in the morning and before their fast approaching departure, but that didn't mean he was off the hook. Not in the slightest.

Zane finally relaxed his facial muscles and stood up straight while facing his irritated senior. He gave the taller man a wry smile and an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to play it off as though it really wasn't that big of a deal, which, to Zane, it really wasn't.

"Argh," he groaned, finally giving up on the act. "What does it even matter that I'm a bit late? I'm here now, aren't I?" Zane's current expression revealed his immaturity in full. It was one that conveyed juvenile defiance when in the face of authority, and his rebellious tone of voice carried it home. He often took up such an attitude when dealing with Kaleb's scorn, which just so happened to be a near everyday occurrence. "And besides," he continued, holding out his hands as if to plead his innocence. "You know how I am; there's no way in Hell I'd be able to wake up so early on my own! If you wanted me to be on time like a good little boy, then you should'a just woke me up yourself..." The hands that were held out a moment ago now entered either pocket of his pants, while their owner turned his face away from Kaleb. He hunched his back somewhat, lowered his eyebrows so that he appeared to be scowling, and jutted his lower lip outward in the form of an irritated pout befitting that of a child who was upset they were being lectured by their parent. Zane being an adult, this display made him appear incredibly rude and inconsiderate; as was his usual character.

As it were, the princess -- who was the entire reason for all of them being there in the first place -- was not far away from her two bodyguards, and Zane seemed to realize this once his eyes found her after he'd turned his attention away from Kaleb. The rebellious Salamander was now trying to send his dear princess an SOS with his mind alone, hoping that his thoughts would reach her somehow. While Kaleb certainly wouldn't let it slide just because the princess might tell him he should leave free spirits alone, it was reasonable to assume he would at least choose to hold off on scolding him until he actually had the time to waste on such an unimportant matter. Either way, Zane placed his faith in Eevie, his friend, who was the only person who could rightly and effectively order them around -- her more serious and 'by-the-book' bodyguard being comparatively easier to control than that of her unprofessional 'dog'. Kaleb was the type who followed orders out of obligation, while Zane was the type who did so only when he felt like. The way he looked at it, an order from Eevie was more of a request than anything else, and it was therefore his choice on whether or not he would carry it out.

The two of them were Lady Evankka's only protectors, and they were complete polar opposites of one another... But perhaps that would prove to be a good thing. One can hope...

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Sun was frowning now as he listened to the red-head speak, seeming to give no attention to the monkey to answer his question. His frown vanished at the other voice that spoke up, Sun turning his head to look up, considering he was still crouched low, at the source. Now confusion took over once more, Sun's head leaning to the side as he got a good look at the person. "It was magic he used, he released the spell." she said. His attention on red-head or the identical was now gone as he watched the newest arrival to the little mess that had been occurring.

His eyes were settled on the horns that sat atop her head, Sun standing up to his full height now to get a better look at them. She had turned her attention away from him for a moment, but he was still looking at the top of her head. He'd never seen someone with horns atop their head like that, and he couldn't help but wonder to himself how they felt. Were they a smooth type of horn, the kind that sometimes had a dull luster to them? Maybe they were rough, the kind some livestock had atop their heads in the fields of farmers. He was already reaching out towards them, wanting to know what they felt like for himself.

"Oh I'm Terror by the way. I'm the ships doctor so if you somehow get any injuries or even if you get sea sick feel free to seek me out and I can help with that."Sun's eyes moved back to her face as she spoke again, this time the words being directed towards him as well. He watched her for a few moments, hand still somewhat outstretched before returning her smile with his own grin.

"How you get those horns?" the monkey asked, his hand moving forwards more to try and reach them. "You like Sun Wukong, a special animal? Maybe part animal? I don't know many horned creatures with skin like yours!" His hand did stop though as what she had said earlier about the magic finally dawned on him. With a gasp, he immediately pulled his hand back, his grin growing larger. "Wait, you say Identical can clone himself with magic?! Sun Wukong needs to learn this!" he was looking at her for a moment before he looked around the area to try and figure out where Identical may have gone. He looked back at her. "One of me great! Imagine more of me!" He jumped up onto the broken bed to climb up over it, though he stopped just before he ran off to turn back to look at Terror. "Terror know about the magic! Come with me and help me convince him! Maybe you learn as boat needs more like us on board! To many normal people!" He then hoped off the bed, moving across the deck on all fours again. He stopped momentarily, looking at Terror again and waving her to follow. "Come, come!", he then off again, moving towards the railing of the ship.

Hoping up onto the railing, he remain perched there as he scanned the docks for Identical. He looked different than the other humans did as well, so Sun knew he should be able to spot him easily. His searching paid off once he spotted exactly who he was looking for, who was standing alongside a few other people. Sun did a little shake of excitement, also because he noticed Red-Head among them. "Sun Wukong find them! Come, come!" he shouted, though he didn't actually check to see if Terror was following him by this point. He dropped over the edge of the railing and began climbing his way down the side of the boat, finally hopping off of it once he was close to the docks below him. Once there, he quickly scampered over to the group, hushed noises of excitement emanating form his mouth as he moved along.

He finally stopped once he reached them, stopping himself near Identical. Firstly he looked to Red-Head, waving to the man. "Hi Red-Head. Identical!" he immediately switched his attention over to the armored man, his eyes settling on the other's lizard-like eyes. "Hi! Sun Wukong want to learn copying magic! Please teach me how!" He was bouncing in his spot slightly from the excitement. "Be so fun, be useful! Please teach me!"

After a few moments of excitement, it was then that Sun's eyes finally settled on the others among them. His eyes started first on Red-Head, before moving over to look at a white haired man. Least he was another easy one for Sun to spot, and easy to name! He then looked at the other three, firstly looking at the armored individual who stood next to the woman in the black dress. Sun raised a hand to his chin, squinting his eyes at the man. He'd be a hard one to give a name to. He then let his eyes wander between the two women there, one of which looked like she was about to collapse and fall asleep on the ground right there. It made Sun grin, his hand lowering to the ground to support himself; she'd be another easy one to name!

He then looked at the woman in the black dress, again his eyes squinting as he looked at her. There wasn't anything distinct about her he could use to give her a name, another one to make his poor monkey life difficult. With a shrug, he then looked between the black-dress lady and the one in the armor. "What does Sun Wukong call you two then? I can make names for others, less they give names to me." he then chuckled a bit, smile reappearing, "Or maybe I call you by my names anyways!" he laughed now, his body posture finally relaxing as he remained there on the ground, hands resting on the ground to support him as he remained crouched.

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Ashton gave a smile and respectful bow to Terror as she caught his eye, the predatory slit-pupils taking in her form calmly before he moved his gaze to Kaleb. "Defensive? Most of my magic is Illusionary; In terms of defense, I can make copies of Her Highness; confuse an enemy; or make her Majesty look as though she were you or me." He listed calmly.

Then the excited Monkey Man came to him and he took a step back in surprise, smiling nonetheless. "T-teach? I.. Um....I don't know how to teach people, sorry." He said, blushing bashfully as he scratched the back of his head. "As for what you may call me, please, call me Ash; or whatever name is easiest for you to remember." He said, introducing himself with a small bow. "I...I can recommend some books for you if you wish to try to learn my magic, though, Sun Wukong." he added with a smile.

Idly, Ashton's eyes began to search for Terror; her appearance intrigued him, and he could smell something.... different about her. He was a curious Draconian, for sure, his eyes darting to either direction searching for her. He shifted his weight to one leg and tapped his clawed fingers against the bracer of one of his arms.

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Zane's smile disappeared for a brief moment as his eyes opened wider upon being addressed by his friend Eevie, but it didn't last more than a second before his smile and the warm look in his eyes returned. He was still standing there with his hands behind his head as though he couldn't be more bored with the current wait for everyone to get settled in, but in all honesty he was feeling pretty great. Excitement, maybe? Zane gave the princess an answer to her poking fun at him almost immediately.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked her, bringing his hands down to meet his hips as he titled his head and raised an eyebrow, making him feign annoyance towards her as he looked down at the considerably shorter woman. "D'you know how hard it'd be to fight with a thing like that in my hands?!" Although his voice was raised slightly, he wasn't yelling at her, and he knew it wasn't perceived as such either. This was a usual interaction for the three of them; the princess and her two loyal bodyguards.

Before Eevie could throw one back at him, however, her attention was stolen away by the monkey Zane had had a brief encounter with earlier. He held up a hand in reply to the monkey's greeting of him, not batting an eye at being called 'Red-Head', as it was clear to him and everyone else who he must have been referring to.

"Yo, monkey-dude!" said Zane, a friendly tone in his voice. He let his hand drop back down to his side with a sway of its entire limb as their new monkey/man-like ally introduced himself. Sun Wukong was his name. Zane had thought he seemed pretty cool. Sun had an air of innocence and purity of the heart about him, and Zane liked people like that. They were the most fun to hang out with, after all. It was one of the reasons he was so taken with Eevie when they had first met. "The name's Zane Archaeus!" He said that with a thump on his chest with his fist upon being asked what Sun should call him and the various other people around him.

As everyone went on introducing themselves to Sun Wukong, Zane's eyes shifted to the demonic-looking creature walking toward them all, a few seconds behind Sun's arrival. Immediately, Zane moved toward her as if a moth drawn to a torch. Making her stop in her tracks almost immediately after she had joined everyone, Zane invaded her personal space by very rudely observing her features up close. His hand was holding his chin and he was shifting his weight around so that his eyes met a new level each second while he checked her out. He took a couple of audible sniffs at the air around her, making his already rude actions appear even more brazen. Finally, his eyes locked with hers and he moved his face very close to her own, an eyebrow raising suspiciously.

"Hmm," he pondered, rubbing his chin slightly. "You look pretty mean... But I don't sense anything off about you." Speaking honestly about how he saw this woman whose name he didn't even know, Zane leaned back once more, giving the poor girl back her space. A large smile appeared on his face and he said the first thing on his mind without a moment's hesitation to think about what it might have sounded like to the others. "Well, you smell hot, so it's all good!" Had Zane not been so very dense, he too likely would have stumbled over himself as surely many others who had caught what he said might have done, but the boy's thoughts were pure, although his choice of words made them seem otherwise. He had no idea who or what the woman in front of him was, but the moment he had sniffed the air she carried with her, that is to say: her scent, he picked up a strong relation to fire. The only word that came to mind in his thick skull had been 'hot', and so he used it without shame. Zane's utter obliviousness to how he was coming off to surrounding eyes and ears would be the reason of his misunderstanding the sharp feeling of a small hand meeting the back of his head with the force intended to beat discipline into his very being.

"Gah-!!" grunted Zane, his head instantly bowing in front of the demonic woman in front of him from the sheer force of the blow. He snapped back up and looked around, brow creased seriously as he held up a clenched fist and grit his teeth, trying to figure out who it was that did it. His eyes fell down on Eevie, who was now standing right in front of him with her hands placed on her hips as she scowled up at him like he did something unsavory. "What the hell was that for, Eevie?!" He was angry at being struck so suddenly as he rubbed the spot with his hand, but he knew she must have had a reason, and therefore didn't really feel all that upset about it. But still; the back of his head really stung...